“Where did the patrol go after retrieving the flower?"
Draven stood drenched in the stables, rain soaking through his cloak.
The stablemaster blinked. “North tower, my lord. Why?"
Without answering, Draven mounted the nearest horse and kicked it into motion.
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Rain lashed the cliffs as Draven pounded toward the outpost. The wind screamed, thunder cracked overhead, but nothing matched the chaos inside his chest.
At the gate, a soldier saluted. “Sir—"
“Was Sepharine the one who brought the Moonlight Flower?" he demanded.
The captain nodded. “Refused a stretcher. Cradled that bloom like a pup. Nearly bled out. We didn't even know her name—only that she kept whispering yours."
Draven's breath hitched.
He turned and rode back, heart thundering harder than hooves against mud.
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